#musings 💌

[serenelity]

dried honey on her lips

daisy chains on her throat

tiptoe, tiptoe, watch the cracking cobblestones

terror in her face and opalescence in her eyes

used up body in flowing gowns, brown, beautiful and bloodsoaked

[rueyam]

the soul longs for nothing more than its final home jannah and finds it in bits of everyday miracles; in sunsets, bird chirpings, warm breezes, the smell of earth, childrens laughter

[mareagirls]

Hi! If you’re ever in the mood to write a sickfic I like this idea.

Peter and reader are on a date, but reader feels nauseous. But, reader doesn’t want to tell Peter because a: they’ve both been super busy lately between Spider-Man duties and college and/or work and b: because even if reader won’t admit it, being vulnerable and being taken care of kind of scares them. But Peter finds out/figured it out and wants to help and fluff ensues.

Anyway, it’s just an idea. No pressure to complete (obvi)! Hope you’re doing well and drinking water! <3

~🥧

 hey pie anon! i hope this is okay and i'm sorry it's months late! I forgot it was in my drafts :')

You realise something is wrong when you’re only a quarter of the way through your pizza and Peter is over half way through his.

You feel sick. Or at the very least least like you might be - nausea brewing uncomfortably in your stomach as you take small bites of your food.

Your boyfriend chats away opposite you, blissfully unaware that you've started to feel queasy, so you plaster a smile on your face and swallow hard. The two of you have been incredibly busy for the past few days between your work and his vigilante duties, and the last thing you want to do is ruin the first peaceful moment you’ve had together. You can tell how much Peter has needed a little normalcy. The thought of ruining it because you’re feeling a little off feels incredibly selfish.

Beyond that, you're not used to letting people take care of you, and though Peter has told you countless times that he likes doing it, you can never quite dislodge uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability that blooms in you whenever he does. Letting yourself be loved, allowing Peter to look after you when you're not feeling too well - they're processes. You've been trying to work on them for a while, but it's difficult. It always has been.

You’re just trying to rub at your chest discreetly when Peter looks up at you from his almost empty plate. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Yes! Yeah, everything is fine." Your reply comes out wobbly and you only realise afterwards that you’ve made too much of an effort to sound alright. You smile at Peter through gritted teeth and try foolishly to convince yourself that if you pretend the nausea doesn't exist, it'll go.

Peter doesn’t look like he believes you for a second.

"Are you sure? Do you not like your pizza?" He pushes his own plate towards you as if it's the easiest thing ever, offering you his last two slices. "Here, baby. We can swap."

The tender easiness in the gesture very nearly makes you want to cry. Peter Parker might just be the loveliest boy you’ve ever known.

"No, Peter it's okay. My pizza is good,” your hands shifts slightly to rub against your abdomen, Peter tracks your movements cautiously. “I'm just kinda full I think.”

Your boy raises an eyebrow at your barely eaten pizza but nods, never one to push you for explanations.

"I'll ask for the bill and a box to take the rest home. We can have the ice cream in the freezer when we get back. How's that sound?"

The thought of ice cream makes you feel queasy, but Peter seems so hopeful and he's looked so tired and sad in the past few days that you cant help but indulge him.

-

Once you’ve gotten the bill and packed your leftover pizza into a takeaway box, Peter takes your hand in his and guides you out of the restaurant.

New York City in the evening is a sensory nightmare, but your nausea does abate slightly thanks to the fresh air. You catch Peter looking down at you and stamp an awkward smile on your face.

"Home?" He squeezes your fingers gently.

Your stomach churns at the thought of having to go so far, but Peter is looking at you like you've hung the moon and the stars - the journey home feels a little more bearable with him by your side.

"Yes please."

"You okay to walk?" 

"I'm fine, Peter. I promise."

"No, you're not, baby. And that's okay, you don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don’t want to. Just let me take care of you."

You sigh, resigned. You don't even know why you tried to hide it from him. Peter can quite literally hear your heartbeat, of course he was going to clock that you're not feeling too well.

Peter keeps his body angled towards yours as the two of you walk, and you soon realise that he's shielding you the best he can from the light around you and all the bodies rushing past. It's a small gesture, one that he might not even realise he's doing, but makes your chest flutter pleasantly

Then, just as you think that maybe the nausea is easing up, another wave of discomfort overwhelms you and you stumble.

Fortunately Peter catches your wrist just before you can do any real damage, balancing your pizza box in his free hand. He helps you back up easily, his fingers a warm pressure on your skin.

"Woah. Hey, hey, sweetheart. Let's just stop for a second, hm?"

You are mortified, and very sorry about how inconvenient you're being but when Peter pulls you to a stop, you oblige. Tears swarming in your eyes, you make one last ditch attempt at snuffing out the discomfort by pushing your face into the soft sweatshirt your boyfriend is wearing. 

You feel him go still and for one horrible millisecond, you think he's going to push you away, but then Peter’s body relaxes and he presses you against him softly, almost as if he's afraid to hurt you.

You mumble into his chest. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologise," his lips are soft against the crown of your head. "You're good. Let's take a moment, alright?"

You nod, sniffing slightly.

"We're nearly there. Just a few more blocks to go." 

Something like a whine gets stuck in your throat and Peter coos gently, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. “I know. You’re alright, honey. I've got you.”

You straighten up after a few seconds, aware that this is not at all what he signed up for when the two of you left the house, and Peter frowns a little.

"You can lean into me, baby. You're not a bother."

And you do know, because he's said it to you countless times before in different variations. I like being there for you. You don't have to apologise. I'm here for you, it's kinda in the boyfriend job description.

Peter doesn’t have to repeat himself. When he nudges you closer, you lean in.

-

Once you’re at home, Peter lets go of you carefully, never taking his eyes off you as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pull out the keys to let you both in.

He places the pizza box on the microwave in the kitchen before following you through down the corridor, a hand ghosting the small of your back. When you reach the bedroom, he dims the lights.

You sit on the bed gingerly. Peter sits next to you.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asks.

You’re quiet for a while. Then, a small admission;

"I feel really nauseous Peter." You avoid his gaze. "It started in the restaurant. I don't... I don't know what's wrong."

Peter is silent for a beat. You take it as a sign that you've said something wrong.

"It's fine though. I'm sorry for ruining the meal. I know you were looking forward to this." your voice is hoarse. "I’m really sorry."

When you muster the courage to look up at him, Peter looks horrified.

"Baby, what are you talking about? You didn't ruin anything. It's okay." His hand comes up to brush at your jawline. "I got to spend time with my best girl. I feel like the luckiest guy alive."

You think he might be exaggerating just to make you smile, but there's real sincerity in his tone. "Do you want pain relief? Some ginger tea, maybe?"

Right now, you only want Peter.

"Can we just cuddle for a bit, please?"

"Oh, my girl." Peter is already pulling you down so that you're lying against his chest. "C'mere."

[chococolte]

omg i‘ve been looking for so long for the kind of yandere you write! i‘m not sure why but all i ever seem to find is violent, lock-you-up yandere fics, even more so with genshin characters like childe 😭😭 so finding your account is like a gold mine, especially with how beautifully you write!!!

XNSJNF thank youuu!!!! im so glad you like my writing, it means so so much to me!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡ disliking more violent yandere fics is what motivated me to post my writing and im so happy you like my stuff because you're who its meant for !!! <3

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Would AK Jay be annoyed that we have so much more stamina than him?

Imagine he is all worn out, so y/n switch places riding him. Milking him #lmao while he is whimpering, crying how much he's so sensitive trying to give another 😛 (lmk if this too much.)

⚠️ cw: smut

Not at all—he loves a challenge. Ride that boy raw! 🏇 He can take it—he learned how to take a little pain*, after all 😏

* “I learned how to take a little pain, Batman. I learned from the best.” 😭 BAK's storyline might've been a mess but nearly every line of Jay's dialogue rips out your heart 💔

(lmk if this too much.)

Are you kidding??? Please send more! Always eager to hear others' thoughts about AK Jay, including the naughty ones 😈

[septemberkisses]

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[calico-cat-jm]

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[euyrdice]

You and your Kise posts kill me so gently. I love your musings on him. He’s such a complex character, even if sometimes I think he’d laugh it off and say he’s an open book.

lovely beloved thank you for this message!!! 🥹🥹 i really enjoy studying and discussing kise, and i am so glad you've enjoyed my thoughts on him <333 thank you so much for taking time to tell me know you do!!! it makes me super happy to hear!!! :-) <333 💌💐💕

i love that i’m known for my silly kise post :-) hes really fun to muse about, right? hes so complex as you said; theres just soo much to him!!!

i think you’re totally right- he would just laugh it off and light-heartedly insist on his transparency. which has some truth to it, because he certainty is open about certain things! he often doesn't show hesitance/reluctance to truthfulness ab certain things, esp when it comes to basketball. he tells kuroko to "be honest with himself," shamelessly tells kasamatsu he only cares about beating aomine during the gakuten tou game, has a flippancy with kagami at their first meeting (of course, kagami starts the fire a bit himself fdjsf) and openly questions the others skill, and easily tells midorima that if kise were playing in the shotuko v kaijo game, kaijo would have won. he's terribly honest when he wants to be!

anywho!!!! please talk with me anytime! i would absolutely love to hear any of and all ur your thoughts on him!!!

[mimeo-tan]

mmmmaybe it would make more sense to have a dedicated nsfw blog or make this one nsfw because its like we split the audiences a lot its not ideal i wanna be hurt and attacked and also hurt and attack the anons and its easy to imagine a world in which the perverts dont want to see any of the dumb self hating stuff instead of the cool io reactions to their threats so they just go somewhere else

[allthefoolishdreams]

and if i say hongjoong as superman to chan's batman would you guys support me?

[serenelity]

in the starlight, a glimmering shine

in the puddles, a foggy glint

in the spring breeze, a children's rhyme

you are in my heart, always

[rueyam]

yesterday i was walking in nature with my husband and saw a couple just sitting there and talking and then it hit me. before knowing him i always used to wonder how couples who dedicated their life to one another talked about, how they never ran out of words. like there you are and i know you for so long but our dialogue never gets old. i always want to share things with you or silly around or listen to your thoughts or just sit in silence. i have something to tell you forever and getting to know you though i know you inside and out is an act of commitment that will always carry on. our love is a never-ending conversation.

[nymphialamode]

Um. That's Crazyzee!

I thought they were just a normal guy. Oh my god they are so NOT normal oh my god this guy is insane

[chococolte]

hi i found your blog pretty recently and......... how dare you revive my crush on zhongli AGRHRHRVRR YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD I,,,,,,,, STARTS SOBBING AND CRYING

it's so,,,, fluid and well written and nice and and and and ,,,, ,, ,,, (yk that one picture of a cat crying next to a microphone? thats me right now) i love all of it HBAHBRBRRR

also i hope youre having a good day/night/time atm 🫶

XBSJSHDJ I'm so happy you like my writing!!!!!! Zhongli is my favorite if that wasn't obvious xbdjdb 😢😢 you're so sweet nonnie thank you!!!💗

[deitymuse]

I am 1 of 1. My energy can never be duplicated.

[septemberkisses]

The saddest part of having long distance friends in other continents is that not even the same sun and moon shine on them